Just the momentary sight of your dear face
Tired and wrinkled by the day behind
Sends me to ecstacy, lets me embrace
The day instead of facing it resigned
And bitter. A short touch of your lips brings
A joy I would not have if we'd not met;
At such connections my whole body sings
With music I will never quite forget.
To hold your hand, cold with the breeze and chill,
Is sheer delight, unmitigated, sweet,
And in that instant I feel such a thrill
Run up my arm and down into my feet
That I cannot imagine anywhere
I would not joy to be if you were there.
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